Out of the shdows of night
The world rolls into light.
My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.
Tags: sea
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: love
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: justice god patience retribution
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAh, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: friendship
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTags: inspirational prayer
Thus thought I, as by night I read
Of the great army of the dead,
The trenches cold and damp,
The starved and frozen camp,--
The wounded from the battle-plain,
In dreary hospitals of pain,
The cheerless corridors,
The cold and stony floors.
Lo! in that house of misery
A lady with a lamp I see
Pass through the glimmering gloom
And flit from room to room.
And slow, as in a dream of bliss,
The speechless sufferer turns to kiss
Her shadow, as it falls
Upon the darkening walls.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
Yes, into Life's deep stream!
All forms of sorrow and delight,
All solemn Voices of the Night,
That can soothe thee, or affright, -
Be these henceforth thy theme.
(excerpt from "Voices of the Night")
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves
that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
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